The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-02-02

meaning tOucn, SOOtned tne suffering
and comforted the mourning.
III.
Nearly forty years had passed; and
what wonderous change had they
wrought? Near the spot where the
rough frontiersmen used to pack the
great wagons and make up the trains
for the route to Santa Fe, stood the
large, prosperous, busy, growing me.
tropolis of Western Missouri. Kansas
City. From it's commodious Union
Depot went trains Of far different
character from those OF old times. TO
them were attached not patient oxen
nor refractory mules, but great engines;
and on them were not the
white canvas topped ''ships OF
the plains" but long cars, bright
az to color and luxurious as
to interior. Hour after hour, forth
went these trains, bound, on schedule
time, over what had not long ago
been a wild and Indian hunted stretch
OF land, the snowy range and the Span
ish peaks; to the Wahsatch, the
Sangre de Christie and Sierra Nevada;
to Denver, San Francisco, Paso del
Norte and the City OF the Montezu.
mas.
1t was beautiful July morning and
there was tremendous hustle at the
station, but above all the roar and
rattle, the noise OF the shouting, the
babel OF tongues, one heard the cry:
"Thunderbolt express for Pueblo
4hnAttnh mi oh
All aboard" And then with quick
puffs OF white steam and changing OF
bell and gathering speed, the locomo-
tive drew the long train out OF the
yard and Wfiirled it away upon the
prairie. The engineer, with hand on
throttle and quick eye ahead, settled
himself sidewise on his bench; the ex.
press messenger, girded with cartridge
belt, began checking his way-bill, and
the Pullman porter, with practical
eye, took account OF the passen-
gers in the new sleeping car
"Wahatoya." "Golly!" said he, UNI
der his breath, ~ dere amt ole Uncle
Dick Ruxton goin' out agen. I'll strike
him for q quarter tomorrow mornin'
an no mistake. An sakes alivel amt
dat poorly little girl in de opposite
section? She amt one of dem con.
sumptive kind dat goes out to de
springs. Reckon she an her mas
goin for cool summer indie mount.
aims"
Pretty, indeed. was Daisy Robinot
as she sat in her light travelling dress
by her white-haired mother. Her own
glossy hair was as brown as the water
III the mountain streams, and the big
eyes under their long lashes shown as
bright as the glow worm in the prairie
twilight. Uncle Dick Ruxton stopped
to speak to the pair before he went t.
the smoking compartment to enjoy
cigar with friend, to whom he dis
coursed as was his wont.
"Of course she's pretty" said he. ~
don't know no likeler lookir.' gal this
side of the mountains, but Jest tell you
one thing an tibet is tibet she can't
hold a candle to what her mother was
when fust knowed her. Blame me, ef
she didn't Jest lay over the whole
crowd in st. Louis when was a young
ster an used to trap for her father,
old Flandreau. Lots Of the boys was
mashed on her, but she didn't care for
no one but n young Teller named Ham
lin. When the call came for troops
fur the Mexican war he got commits
sion in Doniphan's regiment, an blame |
me, eff he didn't strike streak OF |
mighty bad luck, fur he took sick and |
died before ever they got to the Ration |
mountains. She was Jest everlastingly |
broke up, poor little gall She lived |
on fur years, not seeming TO take no !
interest nor to care for nobody; |
but after while, when she |
warn't no longer young an was
kind c'louesome, that teller Robinot |
come along and wouldn't take no fol
an answer, an she married him. He
passed in his checks five years ago,
ieavin' her this little gal an mighty
well fixed. ] allow they kin go where |.
they like an do what they please. The
gals n daisy, you bet! She was along |
with her uncle when the General took |
them English swells out on the plains.
lie had me for scout, an see all that
was goin' on. There was n young
Captain in the escort that was mighty
sweet on her, an | allowed she liked
him an would hev been glad to see
more OF him; but his regiments gone
out to Fort Lewis an / reckon he
couldn't get no leave along OF them
Indian troubles"
The frontiersman stopped and
scraped a match to relight his cigar.
The train was running at full sreed
ION the iron trail" over nearly the
same route as that taken by the
wagons in old days. but consuming